Yes, they're non-food. No, I don't care. So there.

This is truly comfort-and-joy at the end of a hard day of receiving verbal abuse from strangers with telephone access. If I ever get too old for chocolate fudge Pop-Tarts and milk, kindly take me out back and shoot me.

On a related note: Our toaster has a Pop-Tart setting. Truly. With a teeny little Pop-Tarts logo stuck to the plastic and everything. Why do I find this tangibly cool, in a corporate whoredom sort of way?